JADE LAURENT ✿
The jade bracelet nestled within the case, its smooth, cool surface gleamed in light, radiating an enigma of dexterous old age craftsmanship. It wasn't the bracelet worth that amused me, but the mysterious lady who slipped it in my wrist, she was young, strange, wild and insatiable, her aura was nothing i can compare to any woman i have slept with. I remembered that night vividly, the loud music at the nightclub after several drinks and I was heading towards my vip lounge, she leaned on me from nowhere, bold and crazily horny. Perhaps; one of the crazy women who wants to have a taste of my dick had lurked me here I thought, it wasn't so, I just knew, She was drop dead gorgeous, Apparently, She doesn't know who I was, She mistook me for a gigolo. "I'd pay you handsomely, Open me up, fuck me to death, fuck me until I lose my breaths" she said insatiably, her melancholy apparent, it was dark I had no idea what she looked like, but her figure was perfect. We fucked like it was our last day on earth, it was the best sex of my life, this was different, everytime I think about it, it was like I was experiencing puberty all over again. My heart raced at the sounds of her moans, my dick erect hard at the thoughts of her boldness, her wildness that night, But unfortunately, The sex was too good I slept so soundly for the first time in years. And the next day, I woke up expecting to see who this drop-dead gorgeous woman was, but instead there was only the jade bracelet in my wrist. And her, vanishing without a trace, without a word. I immediately sent my best men on the task of finding her, days had passed and they came back with apologies and nothing, They were not suitable then, I fired them, they begged and grovel, what worth are you to me when you cannot find this woman? The door to my study opened, and three of my men entered, their faces was with fear of getting fired. "Did you find her?" I asked, my voice tinged with impatience. Henri stepped forward, "No my Lord, it's as if she is a ghost, no record of her ever checking in the nightclub, no sightings as well, But we did manage to uncover something about the jade bracelet." My eyebrows raised, my curiosity deepening. "Go on." "The bracelet is rarity.. it was crafted by a reclusive artisan known only as Master Leaf, this one... it's the only one of its kind." "Is that so?" I asked, they should know who had bought it, or who it was auctioned to, I thought. "And who bought it?" "That's the strange part," Henri said, shifting with fear that he was a disappointment I could see through him, "The purchase was made anonymously, no name, no details--- just a significant sum transfered to the artisan." NARA MORMONT ✿ "And then?" I asked Jaime, and all he could do was murmur, apparently I had instinctively shoved his face into my wet slit, his tongue sucking hard and trying to respond to me as well. "And then, My Lord Jade asked them to continue searching for her, I guess My Lord holds love for this mysterious woman now, I have never seen him that way, he is Loveless, he is Cold and heartless, how could a mystery woman interest him this much?" Jaime said. Jaime is Jade Laurent's personal assistant, and also my sex toy, I make him satisfy my sexual urges in exchange for information about my betrothed Jade, Jade is very cold and unloving to me. Apparently, his grandfather had promised him to marry from my family, in exchange for a collaboration from my grandfather's company when their now multiple trillion dollars worth business empire was facing a major bankruptcy. 7 years ago his hatred for me intensified when I conceived for him. For a man who I loved so much and was betrothed to not to have ever glanced at me not even for a minute, how could he then marry me? or even consummate our marriage if we ever get married? I drugged him and slept with him hoping this would make him give me a chance for the sake of our baby, but he hated me more; he denied that he would never have had sex with me, I must have drunken him on purpose so I would steal his seed. It wasn’t a big deal since he was going to marry me anyways, Especially when Pa. Laurent and the entire Laurent family was so happy to see his great grandson when I had my baby Jorah. Jade ran several DNA tests on Jorah but Jaime always sabotaged the result, since Jaime is the biological father of Jorah; our biggest secret. And every-time I was able to prove that Jorah is Jade Laurent’s biological son and legally proving Jorah as a Laurent. Jade has said to me once "I'd marry you and only see you for occasions that requires my wife by my side, We do not need anything more than that" How cold, how unloving, but I'd have his heart by everything it'd take. "Ahhh,, yes there suck me!" I moaned out loud, Jaime gives heads better than anything else he could do, by the time I came, I pushed him aside and wore my underthings as he wore his as well. "You get the first hand information right?" I asked to be sure if it was as it used to be and Jade’s trust for him hasn’t cracked a bit. there is no way I'd allow this random whore woman be an obstruction for me, I've worked hard all these years to merely make Jade look at me, a random wench would not snatch him away from me! "Report to me at once if you find this woman" I ordered. "Before reporting to my Lord?" Jaime asked, "Of course are you dumb?" I asked angrily, he'd dare not betray me, when he knows he could die horribly when Jade finds out he's a snitch. Jaime nodded and ask, "what do you intend doing to this woman?" He asked. "Getting rid of her, I'd not entertain any competition" I said.The heels of Alary’s designer stilettos clicked against the cold marble floor as she stormed down the dimly lit corridor. Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with triumph.Everything had gone exactly as planned.The city was ablaze with outrage, the protests growing louder by the hour. The media had painted Dany as a monster, a heartless child-killer. And Jade Laurent—cold, ruthless, and territorial—wouldn’t let his empire crumble because of some disposable woman.Dany was finished.Alary smirked as she pushed open the heavy oak doors of Nara Mormont’s private office.Inside, the scent of aged bourbon and fresh lilies lingered in the air. The glow of the television cast flickering shadows across the luxurious space, illuminating the woman who stood at its center—Nara Mormont.Tall. Elegant. Lethal.Draped in a silk robe the color of blood, she swirled the amber liquid in her crystal glass, her sharp eyes never leaving the screen as the news anchors replayed the footage of Dany stuffi
Dany’s world collapsed in seconds.Hands clawed at her like talons, yanking, shoving—her body jerked forward, the force of the mob sending her to her knees. Screams battered her from every side, a deafening, relentless storm. Someone grabbed her by the collar, hauling her upright only to shove her back down. Her head snapped forward, hair tangled in her face, mouth filling with the bitter taste of blood from where her lip had split."You sick witch!" a voice shrieked from the crowd."She killed a baby!" another howled."You Buried it alive!"Dany gasped as something hard smashed against her shoulder—a folder, a handbag, a shoe? She didn’t know. The pain barely registered over the sheer terror that gripped her lungs like a vice.They were animals as they threw her out of the Company rallying her out to the press waiting at ten company premises,"She should be locked up!""She should be buried the way she buried that baby!"A cup of cold coffee splashed against her cheek, dripping down
The office buzzed with an unusual energy that Dany couldn't place. As soon as she entered the building the next morning, she was greeted by the sharp, tense faces of her coworkers. They whispered in low voices, glancing at her as if they knew something she didn’t. The usual hum of keyboards and clicking mice was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness that made Dany’s skin crawl.She dropped her bag at her desk, still haunted by the events of the previous night. Alary... giving birth out of nowhere. The baby. The van. The secrecy. Dany couldn't shake the image of the newborn in her arms, the fragile, helpless life that she had handed away to those shadowed figures. It haunted her in the quiet moments, in the space between thoughts, a reminder that she had just made a decision that could ruin her life.Dany rubbed her temples, willing the exhaustion from her body. She hadn't slept well, her mind replaying the chaos over and over, but there was no escaping it. Not now. Not here.The shar
The office was eerily silent. The last of the employees had left hours ago, their chatter and hurried footsteps fading into the night. Dany sat at her desk, her body aching from exhaustion, her mind clouded with fatigue. The city lights outside flickered against the tinted glass windows, mocking her with their freedom.Jade Laurent had made it clear—she wasn’t leaving until the extra work was done.She sighed, rubbing her temples before deciding she needed a break. Standing on shaky legs, she made her way to the restroom, the empty hallways amplifying the sound of her heels clicking against the floor.As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she froze.Alary was on the ground, curled up in pain. Sweat beaded her forehead, her hands clutching at her stomach as she let out a muffled whimper."Alary?" Dany's voice wavered in confusion and alarm. "What's happening? Are you hurt?"Alary gasped, her nails digging into the tiles. "I… I don’t know… I didn’t—" She clenched her teeth, another
DANY LOUIS ✿The morning air was crisp, but I barely felt it. My heart pounded in a frantic rhythm as I checked the time on my wristwatch.One hour left.Jade Laurent had given me fifteen, and now only one remained. My throat tightened as I turned back toward the house, drinking in the sight of my babies—my six little stars, still lost in sleep. I bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to each of their foreheads, letting my lips linger just a moment longer than necessary.If I don’t come back—No. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t afford those thoughts now.Alyssane stood by the door, arms crossed, her expression hard with concern. "Are you sure about this?""I don’t have a choice," I whispered. "You said it yourself. We’re at his mercy."She exhaled sharply, then reached out and squeezed my hand. "Then go. Before it’s too late."I nodded, turning on my heel and rushing to my car. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, and I forced deep, measured breaths to keep myself steady. The
Henri stepped out of the grand entrance of Jade Laurent’s mansion, his boots crunching against the gravel. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, but the moment he yanked open the limousine door, all traces of tranquility shattered.She was gone.His pulse spiked as his eyes darted around the interior. The lingering warmth on the seat told him she had been here not long ago. His breath hitched. Impossible. The guards were stationed at every entrance. The gates were locked. How the hell had she slipped through?He whirled around, fury igniting like a wildfire beneath his skin. His earpiece crackled to life as he barked into it, "She’s gone! Lock down the estate! I want every goddamn man out there hunting her down! NOW!"A flurry of movement erupted across the grounds. Security guards sprinted toward the perimeter, their radios buzzing with frantic commands. Spotlights sliced through the darkness, illuminating the winding road leading away from the mansion.Henri pa